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Normal people dream of family.
Of parents and brothers and sisters and children of their own. Those that are alive and those that are dead and those that are only a concept.
Dean does at least.
He says he hasn’t dreamt about it before.
Sam knows he’s lying.
Why wouldn’t Dean dream of family?
The perfect family. Gorgeous wife. Chipper kid. Picnics and kisses and white picket fences. No hunting involved.
Normal people want that.
Normal people idolize it.
Normal people dream of family, all hazy and happy and pleasant.
Normal people don’t have nightmares about it, not like Sam.